a franciscan friar

when you're asking cheesy questions about people, the first one that's usually asked is "what's your favourite colour?" i never know what to say to this. it seems weird to actually prefer one color over all others, because you wouldn't want everything that color. pigs shouldn't be yellow, dirt shouldn't be purple, and no one would want to look at a red sky all the time. also, a lot of the colors i really like aren't well captured in things like fabrics or paints. they can only be enjoyed in person. like the color of clouds right before it's going to rain, and the color of grass in the morning. i especially love that color of clouds. it's not my favorite, but it's definitely great. i've never really liked sunny days. i usually find rain happier, for some reason. it seems like there's a lot more to be happy about when it's raining, for some reason. anyways, i guess i associate gray with happy things. and it kind of bothers me when people think of grey as a sad thing. i looked it up in the dictionary, and even mr. webster disagrees with me. "a: lacking cheer or brightness in mood, outlook, style, or flavor; also: dismal, gloomy b: prosaically ordinary: dull, uninteresting." i don't really understand what's so happy about sunny days.